The day was young,the brightness blinding them. They were driving through the wrecked streets of New York. The billboards which used to be filled with colour were now dull just like the streets. Beside the billboards were cracked windows. Inside there seemed to be nothing but darkness. The road that was full of litter was really badly treated. The car was filthy, it had scratches on it and the paint was was worn off. It was barely still going; the engine was destroyed and they did no have a lot of fuel to ride with. The grey road was chipping in the sunlight. The people on the car were sitting next to each other to try to fit on it. The car suddenly stopped, the people being thrown about. The wide road was somehow blocked, the cars were all broken down and abandoned. The people stayed on although they knew they had to do something.
The first car which they searched had nothing to much to worry about in it. The seat was torn and the ceiling had sponge hanging from the rips. The windows, which were scratched, had a horrible rotting smell. They took the seat and lifted it. Still nothing. With great strength they pushed it away but there was still not enough room for the car to fit in. They went ahead to the next car which was in way better condition. The paint looked fresh, the seats were in good condition and the car did not have a hideous smell like the other car had. They moved it and carried on driving through the corrupted streets of New York. The car stopped again. There was no fuel. It was almost dark and they were stuck in the middle of the street. Base camp was around 6 miles, they would not make it on foot. In front of of them was a huge grey and dark building. They now had a choice would they try on foot or would they hide in the vast building.
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